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nChapter 3 – Took the Wrong Medicine (吃錯藥了)

nIf the fortune-teller hadn’t said those things then, Jing Yunzhao wouldn’t have survived. But even being at death’s door would still have been better than the years she lived in her past life. It would be far better than those years of being humiliated and living with the Qiao’s only to be jailed in the end.

n“Yunzhao, Hongye is your little sister. What kind of older sister would say things like that about her own little sister? Your grades are good, but isn’t that all thanks to my genes? Hongye is a good child, she’s been giving way to you since you were little. How else would you be able to get number one? *cough cough*” After Ye Qin said all that full of vigour, her face turned red.

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nShe had already given up on her illness, but she just couldn’t stop worrying about her kids.

nShe actually had some doubts. Maybe the fortune-teller had mistaken Jing Yunzhao, resulting in her own life span being shortened.

n“Mom’s right. I really did inherit your genes. And Hongye inherited Dad’s because Hongye and I are nothing alike!” Jing Yunzhao said purposely.

nYe Qin choked a little and glared at Jing Yunzhao.

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nWhy does she feel like this child took the wrong meds? Her words pierced like needles and made her feel very uncomfortable.

n“Okay, okay. Since when did you learn to talk back?! You should learn from Hongye. Girls need to be gentle and sensible. Otherwise, you’ll never find a husband!” Ye Qin was angry. Her body became more and more uncomfortable.

nYe Qin’s illness had come out of the blue. There were no prior signs that indicated she had it, but one day, when she went to the hospital, they found a tumour in her liver. It was a malignant one, too!

nShe had spent a long time being treated, but nothing worked. Now her hair was all gone, causing her to give off a tired and spiritless appearance.

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nThe Qiao’s were only a normal family. They weren’t rich to begin with, and because of Ye Qin’s illness, they had used up a lot of their savings. The doctor had already told them to prepare for her passing. Ye Qin knew she didn’t have much time left, so she insisted on being discharged from the hospital. She didn’t want to die there.

nAnd since Ye Qin’s condition did somewhat improve through living at home, she didn’t want to return to that hospital even more.

nJing Yunzhao didn’t want to argue with Ye Qin. She went to the kitchen for something to fill her belly.

nAlthough she owed the Qiao’s, she had already done so many years of chores for them. In her past life, she had even given them all the money she earned, yet she still met such a terrible end. No matter what, she had already done enough for them!

nPlus, her grades had always been good since she was little. In elementary school. she entered a lot of contests and won plenty of prize money. After that, she never used any of the Qiao’s money, yet she still had to be careful to eat less and drink less. Why?

nBesides, that bowl of porridge in her room… She can’t drink it.

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nIn her past life, it was that bowl of porridge that made her sick and bedridden for a week.

nHer past self believed that everything she did for the Qiao’s was necessary. She believed she was happy in that house, but there’s no way she would think like that now.

nThere wasn’t much food in the kitchen, but Jing Yunzhao wasn’t picky, so she just ate something simple. She was already beginning to plan for the future.

n“Jiejie, wasn’t there a bowl of porridge in your room? Why did you come to the kitchen?” Qiao Hongye said, a disapproving and upset edge to her voice.

n“I’m not going to eat cold porridge. What if I get sick? There’s a test on Monday, so I’m going to avoid risky things like that in the future,” Jing Yunzhao said, meaningfully.

nQiao Hongye’s heart stopped a little. “Is it that serious? Cold porridge might make you sick? Jiejie, you’re becoming more and more delicate!”

n“Hongye, your body has always been healthy – not delicate at all. Why don’t you drink that porridge?” Jing Yunzhao said mockingly.

n“Jing Yunzhao! If you’re scared of getting sick yourself, then why are you making Hongye drink it? Are you asking for trouble?!” Standing behind Jing Yunzhao, Qiao Weimin said angrily.

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